I will try to keep posting so you can tell that I'm not in labor, but at this point, there is not that much exciting to report. Right this second I feel calm and relaxed and patient. In the last couple of days, though, I have had one hormonal crying jag and at least three instances of wondering whether castor oil actually works, so I'm not zen all the time. I am filling my time by laundering everything in the house (including our shower curtain... which, maybe you wash your shower curtain all the time, but I really don't), folding baby clothes, writing, reading (currently: The Story of Edgar Sawtelle, which is going to be magnificent if the first 100 pages are any indication), and going to the movies (weekend before last: The Dark Knight and Mamma Mia; last weekend: Step Brothers; tomorrow: Mamma Mia again with still-pregnant Nora, who is due on Monday!; still on the horizon: Hellboy 2, Wall-E, Brideshead Revisited, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2).
At this week's appointment (on Wednesday), my doctor said we could discuss induction at my 40th or 41st week appointment if nothing had happened yet. I told him I do not intend to have a 41st week appointment. He laughed. I did not; I was quite serious. He also told me that maybe he'd see me tomorrow (as in, yesterday) in labor and delivery because he was on call that night. So, basically, none of us have any idea when M.J. is getting here.
Jake is being very very sweet as usual. He brings me lemonade and fountain drinks on a regular basis, and yesterday he even bought me a bag I have been coveting/lusting after (which will be here courtesy of Endless.com's miraculous free overnight shipping any minute now, a thought that makes me almost delirious with joy). I'll say again, I am most excited about seeing her and her tiny little baby toes with my very own eyes, followed closely by watching Jake interact with her. (Jake is most excited about seeing her and then seeing Fiona's reaction to her... not kidding. He says he knows how I'm going to react to her, but Fiona will be a surprise. Good point.)
We just really want to meet her (and tell everyone her name!).